With a Twist

by Heather Peters

  "I remember."

  "Give me a word, a silly word, anything, so that if you feel uncomfortable, you just say that word and I stop, okay?"

  She licked her suddenly dry lips, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. “Okay."

  "So, what'll it be?"

  "Oreos.” She puffed out a small laugh.

  Eyebrows raised, he nodded. “All right, Oreos it is."

  She wished he'd hurry up and get back to kissing her and whatever else he had in mind.

  She didn't have to wait long.

  The music seemed softer now, a lighter jazz filling the air. He knelt naked between her legs, and lifted her hips.

  "Have you ever had anal sex, Ava? Ever been ass fucked?"

  Ava stilled. No, she never had. But Shane was holding what she knew was an anal probe. A long stick with four beads in graduated sizes.

  "I'll make it good for you Baby, don't worry."

  She watched him lube up her puckered opening and place oil on the probe. “Remember,” he told her softly as the first bead, about the size of a marble, slid into her rear. “Breathe out, baby, it will go easier. All you have to do is say the safe word, and I stop, okay?"

  She nodded and inhaled as the second larger bead slowly slid into her. Ava felt a little pressure, but no pain. In fact, pleasure was building within her like a rising tide.

  "Just go with it and breathe again, okay sweetheart?"

  "Yes,” she whispered, and obeyed as Shane poured more oil on her puckered hole, then pushed a third larger bead entered her. The pressure was building and warm pussy juice dribbled down her leg.

  "You are so amazing.” He slid the fourth and final bead inside her, and left it there.

  "Shane?” Sensation flooded her.

  "I'm here, Ava."

  He crawled between her legs, his hands holding a thin chain connecting two clamps as he moved to her aching nipples, and fastened them. Ava nearly came off the bed as she exploded from the inside out.

  "I'm going to drain you of every drop of your sweet juice, and I'm going to fuck you while the beads fuck your ass. What do you think of that?"

  She couldn't talk, couldn't breathe. She just gave over to the sensations reeling inside her. Her nipples throbbed in time with her heart beat. Her ass burned with pleasure and pain. She swallowed hard and found her voice. “Shane, don't make me wait."

  "Why the rush?” he teased. “I love your pussy, love to suck and fuck it."

  "Shane!"

  He chuckled for a moment, then grew serious. “Hold on tight honey."

  Replacing his tongue with his cock, he drove into her, and Ava let out a cry of pleasure. The combination of the beads burning and stretching her ass and his cock ripped her apart with a powerful orgasm so strong, she thought she'd die.

  She burned when the nipple clamps were removed and replaced with Shane's amazing mouth. He suckled her, and lightly bit on those pebble hard buttons, while he buried himself inside hot wet walls, high and deep.

  His hips pistoned inside her, harder, faster, stronger, and Ava was right there with him, drenched in her own juices, and drunk on pleasure as Shane took her higher.

  His fingers threaded through her hair and held her close to his face. “You are burning me to the ground, Ava,” he told her. “You're so close I can feel your pussy clenching me. Squeeze me Ava, squeeze me until I can't breathe."

  Ava managed a nod and held on to him for dear life. “Please?"

  "All I want to do is please you, honey.” And with that, he stroked her while his thumb pressed into her clit, and she came apart.

  "Ah. . . . “ she cried, as Shane stilled, arched his back and groaned long and hard with his own completion.

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  Chapter Eight

  At the bar Ava found Elena preparing clean glasses for the evening crowd. She wiggled her eyebrows at Ava, who smiled.

  "What?"

  "Oh, aren't you the sly one? Taking the young and luscious Shane Sullivan and making him your lover in less than a week?"

  Ava picked up a dish towel and wiped the inside of a beer mug. She shook her head, still amazed at the turn of circumstances. “I care for him, El.” She sighed as a delicious ache settled in her pussy, as if he were still inside her. Every pore in her body was still sore from their lovemaking, and Ava had never felt so alive. “What a stroke of luck for us to find each other that night."

  Elena laughed and grabbed Ava's hand that was holding the cloth. “Luck? Ava, sweetheart, luck had nothing to do with it. When I saw him looking at you from table five, I approached him. He ordered a beer, and seemed interested in you. So I thought it couldn't hurt to tell him it was your birthday and you were celebrating your brand new divorce. I asked him to buy you a drink and he agreed. The next thing I know, he's approaching you and the chemistry between the both of you was so obvious, I just let nature take its course. So, in essence, he was your birthday gift from me. Glad it worked out so well for the both of you. You may thank me now for your ‘boy toy'."

  Ava's legs wobbled and her heart raced. She dropped the cloth to the bar, pulled her wrist from Elena's grip, and gripped the edge of the bar for balance. “My gift? You mean you paid him to talk to me? Everything he did was an act?"

  "No, no sweetie. I just gave him a push. He said he remembered you from a Christmas party when you were still married to the ex."

  "But the fact remains that for all intents and purposes, he gave me a pity fuck.” Ava felt sick. Her stomach heaved and her head throbbed with dull pain, threatening to explode.

  She brought her palms to her temples to stop the pounding. I should have known. She'd been fooling herself the whole entire time. Shane Sullivan didn't want the overweight, forty year old divorcee whose husband had ran away with Shane's fiancee.

  "Oh my God, what have I done?” Anger and embarrassment ate at her. All the memories of the time spent with Shane swirled before her eyes like a broken kaleidoscope. She'd opened herself to him, body and soul. She'd fallen in love with him in such a short time, stripped for him, fucked and sucked him, allowed him to touch every inch of her flesh, and had allowed him to ingrain himself into her heart.

  I had sex with him on a fucking pool table!

  A.J. was right. She should have listened to him.

  I'm a stupid, foolish woman. What the hell was I thinking?

  Was he having a good laugh at her expense? Get back at Dick by fucking the rejected wife?

  Elena caught her around the waist. “I'm sorry Ava. Did I say something wrong?"

  "Hey, ladies."

  Shane. A smile graced that handsome face and those lying eyes, as he held a huge bouquet of roses in his large fingers.

  Ava broke free from Elena, who turned and walked away. Her feet urged her to move toward him.

  "Hi gorgeous, these are for you."

  She stood toe to toe with him, had to look up to see that face and try not to fall apart when her eyes met his own. She took the roses from his hand, and threw them across the room.

  "How could you come here after what you've done?"

  To his credit, Shane looked absolutely guileless. “What I've done?” His smile vanished.

  "Don't play me for the fool. At least be honest enough to admit that you took pity on the newly divorced forty year old, and charmed her into your bed. I trusted you. I opened myself up to you, and you just smiled and played along. And in the process, you got laid too, didn't you?"

  Heads turned at her tirade, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be alone. But, it was not to be.

  Shane grabbed her and led her into the empty area where they'd made love on the pool table.

  He fucked me all night on that table.

  He held her arms in a death grip to keep her in place. She wanted to run, to scream to hit him, anything to make her feel better. But she was forced to listen.

  "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Yeah, Elena told me it was your birthday, and yes, she asked me to buy
you a drink and cheer you up."

  Ava pulled from him but at the same time, missed his touch, his kiss, the way he smelled of spice.

  "Look at me Ava. Look at me,” he shook her arms, and she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

  "But what we did, what we shared, was no act. I wanted you, and I pursued you. What's the difference if it was planned?.

  "Let me go."

  "No. Listen to me, damn it. This is just an excuse to break things off, isn't it? You're so hung up on this age thing a guy like me can't possibly be attracted to you? I'm right, aren't I? Look, I don't care how old you are. Fuck that. You are the most sexual, passionate woman I've ever known. Your body is lush and hot and inviting, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since we've been together."

  "Get out."

  "Not until you hear me out."

  "I've heard enough, Shane."

  "You're not the only one who was hurt.” The boom of his voice stopped her. “My fiancee cheated on me, too. She destroyed me when she left me for an older guy. Her boss, no less. How fucking stereotypical is that? So you're forty and divorced. I'm twenty nine, and was screwed over by a woman I thought loved me. You think you're a failure, try living with the fact that you've been dumped for a fucking forty five year old asshole."

  Ava stood still as a stone. The pain in his voice brought tears to her eyes. Yes, we've both been there. No, don't fall for his empty words. He played you, felt sorry for you.

  Yet, she couldn't move.

  "Yeah, I've had women since Brittany left. I don't have to be cajoled or forced into fucking a woman because I feel sorry for her."

  Did he read my mind?

  "What about you? Maybe you fucked me because I'm young and available. Yeah, maybe you saw a younger guy and you figured, I'll fuck him for a while, have some fun, and move on to the next asshole. Maybe you're one of those cougars. An older woman who prowls for younger guys.

  She stomped her foot. “Shane, that's ridiculous, you're turning this around on me. I can't talk to you now. Just leave me alone."

  He let her go so fast she nearly fell back. “Yeah, I'm going."

  She wrapped her arms around herself. Her voice broke, and she didn't care if he could see her tears. “I trusted you."

  "Don't insult me. If you think so little of me that a little misunderstanding could do this to us, you had no trust to begin with.” He threw out his arms and a scowl marred his gorgeous features. “I came here to tell you I've fallen for you hard. Ava I love you, I want you, forever, you and me. Seems I was mistaken. Goodbye."

  No, he didn't love her. It couldn't be true. Could it?

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  Chapter Nine

  After Shane's departure, Ava harnessed just enough energy to run up the stairs to her small apartment and shut the door behind her. She couldn't seem to catch her breath and nausea trampled her like a steam roller. She barely reached the bathroom in time to empty the contents of her stomach.

  Allowing the tears to come, she slid to the floor, her heart breaking apart. She closed her eyes, her sobs so deep she thought her heart would explode. Her last thought before the sweet oblivion of slumber washed over her, was Shane, turning his back and walking out of her door, and out of her life.

  Hours later, Ava sat at her kitchen table, her pounding head resting on her palms. A box of Oreos sat to the left of her, Dove Bars to the right, a gallon of rocky road dead ahead. All lay untouched.

  She was falling to pieces, and rubbed her chest, trying to dispel the pain. She loved Shane Sullivan. She loved his smile, his body, his long messy hair. Yeah, she even loved his ink and that tiny gold hoop, too.

  Shane Sullivan had given her a gift that had changed her life in the few short days they'd been together. He'd been her lover, friend, and maybe the most precious gift of all, he'd taught her to revel in the beauty of her body, to enjoy the heights of carnal pleasure such as she'd never experienced before. Shane Sullivan had seduced and been seduced by all she was, all they could share. His touches turned her inside out, his body joined to hers so deep, she had no idea where she ended and he began.

  Had Shane been telling the truth when he came to the bar, flowers in hand, to tell her he loved her?

  Imagine, he insinuated that she was playing him? Of all the absurd ideas. But one thing was real and sincere. Brittany had hurt him, deeply. His muscular, sexy, virile facade had failed to tell her that he was a fun loving guy, out to party and drink hard.

  The Harley, those tattoos and tough guy attitude created an outward shell, but Ava knew the truth. She'd fallen hard for Shane's sensitivity, intelligence and yes, that raw charm and sexy personality had drawn her to him.

  Stop making excuses for him. He should have told you he asked Elena about you. Instead, he seemed surprised that you were there and didn't recognize him.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone. She looked at the caller ID. Shane. No, she wasn't ready to talk to him. Her machine picked it up, but she couldn't help but listen.

  Her stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. She clasped her hands and rested her head on her shaky fingers.

  "Ava, I know you're there. Pick up.” Then a breath and a whisper. “Please, honey."

  She covered her face in her hands. “I can't."

  It was as though he'd heard her. “Then listen to me. I'm sorry about flying off the handle at the bar. I didn't mean a word of that ‘cougar’ crap I spewed. I didn't plan on it, but I love you Ava. I've loved you since we met at that party two years ago. I wanted you then, and I want you now. Give us a chance, please Ava."

  Ava's palms pressed to her cheeks, as she heard him inhale, and speak again.

  "Remember the night we made love on the pool table? Remember how you gave yourself to me. That hot beautiful body of yours gave me more pleasure and joy than I've ever known with any woman. That's the truth and you know it."

  Don't say it, Shane. Please, don't.

  "Remember the night at my place when you trusted me to bind you? You knew I'd never hurt you. I only want to bring both of us pleasure, to tell each other what we want and not be afraid to be ourselves. I thought I would explode because that magical mouth of yours made me so hard, I could have died and gone to heaven that night."

  Ava nodded. I did die and go to heaven, in your arms.

  "Because of you, I'm alive again. When Brittany left me, I thought I had nothing left. I loved her, or thought I did. Then I saw you again at With a Twist after two years. You brought me back to life. We brought each other back. Don't throw it away Ava. Please talk to me. I'll be at the bar later. Meet me there and we'll talk, but what I really want to do is make love to you until we can't walk, can't breathe. That's all I have to say. If you're at the bar, fine, I'll be waiting. If you're not, I won't bother you again.” The line went dead, and Ava sat stunned at his admission of love.

  I love you so much, and I'm so scared, she thought silently.

  But did she love him enough to take a chance on love again?

  Her answer amazed even her.

  After shoving the cookies, candy and ice cream in the garbage, Ava stepped into a hot shower and squeezed a dollop of honeysuckle gel into her palms. She took a deep breath and smoothed the slippery fragrant suds down her neck to her breasts, and touched her nipples, fueling her arousal.

  Closing her eyes, she murmured Shane's name. Wet from soap and arousal, Ava slid slippery fingers into her wet channel, gasping and tingling with wet heat.

  "Shane’ she murmured, moving anxious fingers back up to her nipples, hard and slippery. Her clit swelled when she took the hand held shower hose and held it over her pussy lips. She slapped one palm flat to the cool tiles, and let the orgasm rip through her.

  It was not enough.

  Only Shane could satisfy her aching body, and fill her empty heart.

  She missed him. More than she thought possible.

  He missed her, more than he thought possible.

  As he p
ulled open the door to With a Twist with more than a little force, the laughter, the smell of beer and perfume assaulted him. He looked over at the bar where Elena was serving beer on tap to several patrons.

  But, he didn't see Ava. His hands shook. His heart pounded like a bass drum. She wasn't here. He approached the bar, but didn't sit.

  "Have you seen Ava?"

  She frowned. “No, and I don't expect to.” At Shane's questioning look, she handed him a beer he hadn't requested. “She's off tonight. Shane, is something wrong?"

  "You could say that.” He took the bottle, downed the cold beverage, then slapped the empty bottle on the bar. He left a large bill and headed toward the exit. No sense in staying here. Ava wasn't coming, and with her gone, nothing seemed to matter.

  The grating sound of false laughter caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He knew that laugh. Shane turned when he saw his ex-fiancee Brittany, stuffed like a sausage into a loud red dress that stood out like a swirling light on a fire engine. She was with Ava's scum bag of an ex-husband. What the fuck were they doing in Ava's bar?

  They sat so close they were nearly in each other's laps, looking oh so cozy.

  Ignore them, go home, and don't talk to them, you fool.

  But he wasn't going to pass up a chance to take his anger out on two most deserving subjects.

  With a phony smile set in place, he made a beeline for their table with one thought in mind. Be the better man.

  Yeah sure, like that was going to happen.

  He sauntered up to them from behind and was pleased when they jumped at the sound of his arrival. “Well, well, looks like they'll serve just about anyone in here."

  Brittany's smile faded fast when she eyed Shane. “Uh, Shane, hi, what are you doing here?"

  Shane frowned. “I could ask you the same question."

  Brittany shook her head, and shrugged. “We're celebrating our one year anniversary."

  Stupid didn't even begin to describe these lame ass morons. Shane had to get them out of here. He didn't want Ava upset.

  "In Ava's bar?” he boomed. “Are you both out of your fucking minds?"